Temshadow
04-11-2008, 01:16 AM
Username: Temshadow
GENERAL
Name: McGuile, Klickitat
Gender: Male
Age: 16
School: No longer attends school
School Clubs:
• Track and Field
• Band
• Shop
• Gymnastics
Skill Stats:
• Stamina: 10
• Strength: 9
• Defense: 4
• Speed: 17
• Total Skill Points: 40
Status: F-Class
A-T Information:
Klickitat’s ATs are rust red lace-ups with a flap on each shoe that folds from the instep, over the top (covering the laces), to the outside where they are secured by four buttons. The toe and heel are covered by pale-beige, aluminum alloy plates. The base, grinding plates and tangs holding the wheels are the same color, but the wheels and laces are pure white. Currently, however, the red is rubbed off in areas, revealing white; the wheels and laces are no longer pure white and the aluminum and plastic components are scuffed and scratched.
LOOKS
Eye Color: Gray Blue
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Fair
Height/Weight: 5'9", 145 lbs.
Blood-type: B-
Overall Appearance:
Klickitat’s looks are true to his Irish heritage: pale skin, blue eyes and jet black hair. He dresses very plainly, usually just cargo shorts and old, out-grown t-shirts that sport anything from AT company logos to homemade designs. If it happens to be cold he might switch into jeans and his favorite dark-gray track jacket that has two light blue stripes running from shoulder to wrist on each arm. If you were to see him on the streets nothing would deem him notable except, if you looked closely enough, a small tattoo around the size of a quarter below and back from his left ear, on the nap of his neck. The tattoo is an old Gaelic symbol of eagles and serpents, and represents both his love for his grandpa and his commitment to AT.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
• Girls
• Food
• Pie
• Music
• His ATs
• Racing
• Sleeping in
Dislikes:
• Angry people
• Whiners
• Stuck-ups
• Punks who don’t respect their elders
• Losing to people with the above traits
• And nato…
Hobbies:
• Playing trumpet
• Day dreaming
• Sketching designs/logos
• Exploring
Fears: Deep water, giant squid
Goals: Become an S-class rider
Overall Personality:
Although he may look borderline depressed when he walks/ATs alone, if you talk to him Klickitat is really friendly and smiles constantly, even when it’s not always appropriate. He introduces himself as Klick, because it sounds more casual, and would almost never turn someone down if they were to ask him for a favor. The only way to get on his bad side is to do something he looks down upon, like being pretentious or dishonorable.
He likes to live by simple logic, learn whatever he can, and improve himself. If he disagrees with something he simply won’t do it. If he finds out he’s wrong he’ll accept it and change himself for the better. For Klickitat as long as he adheres to his own life rules, he’s happy.
On the whole though, Klick can come off as being a bit lazy and unmotivated, with his head always in the clouds. He has a tendency to space out frequently, be forgetful and avoid work. But when Klick actually sets his mind to something his progress and potential are surprising.
His motto is, “A person is defined by their actions.”
HISTORY
Birthplace: San Francisco
Birth date: April 1, 1990
Birth time: 06:02:22
Parents: Sid and Marianne McGuile (Both Deceased)
Siblings: None
Overall History:
Klick grew up in Ireland for the early part of his life. But at the age of six his parents were killed in a car bombing, and he was sent to San Francisco to live with his Grandfather. At that time he was devastated by his parents death, but as he grew older, made new friends and his Grandpa started filling in his parent’s role, Klick moved on for the most part. When Klick realized this, realized that he wasn’t thinking about his parents everyday anymore, he began feeling guilty. As if he had betrayed them. And that feeling never totally went away.
In Middle School Klick began to run competitively. It became a release for the feelings he had concerning his parents. He worked himself past his limits every day so that he could experienced the feeling of the wind whistling in his ears, the burning in his muscles and the heightened sense of awareness he received from running the fastest he could, and succeeding because of it. Soon he made a name for himself in his county, and then his state and then in sophomore year if high school he was competing in nationals.
The next year his coach took him aside and asked him if he wanted to compete in a new sport that was quickly becoming popular. “Air Trek racing” he called it. Klickitat burned with excitement, a means to go faster and be freer. But the next day his grandpa suffered from a massive heart attack and was hospitalized. Klick had no time to contemplate AT. His Grandpa stayed in a coma for two weeks, and Klick stayed at the hospital the entire time. At the end of the two weeks his Grandpa’s body finally gave out and he passed away.
Klick was devastated. In an effort to deal with his feelings and take his mind off them, he turned to AT. He started practicing relentlessly, pushing himself harder than he had ever before. He also signed up for ten academic classes his first semester of junior year and graduated a year and a half early. The day after he received his diploma, he boarded a flight to Tokyo, where he had heard the center of the Air Trek world was. He promised himself that he would dedicate himself to AT, and make a name for himself doing so.
EXTRA
Extra: ---
Role Play Sample:
The cool night air, despite its smoggy nature, was a reprieve from the cramped, deteriorating hotel he had rented for the week. “When I get some more money, the first thing I’m going to do is get a better place,” Klick thought as he crouched on the Hotel rooftop. “Well… maybe some new wheels first.” He smiled as he leaned forward and assumed starting position.
He shoved hard against the ground and felt his front wheels bite into the concrete rooftop. In a second he was halfway across the rooftop and in the next he was at top speed, heading straight for the edge of the roof. Feet from the edge he quickly crouched low, gathering strength, and jumped as high as he could. Then he was air born. The wind in his ears drowned out the sounds of downtown Tokyo, cooled his face and made his eyes tear. But Klick’s mind was clear and peaceful. And it seemed to him as if his entire body was breathing a sigh of relief.
He landed a little crookedly and spun around, skidding backwards for twenty feet or so. When he stopped he could feel the heat on his feet and legs being given off by his AT’s motors. “Damn,” Klick though, “I hope my motors are okay. But, man… that was fun.”
GENERAL
Name: McGuile, Klickitat
Gender: Male
Age: 16
School: No longer attends school
School Clubs:
• Track and Field
• Band
• Shop
• Gymnastics
Skill Stats:
• Stamina: 10
• Strength: 9
• Defense: 4
• Speed: 17
• Total Skill Points: 40
Status: F-Class
A-T Information:
Klickitat’s ATs are rust red lace-ups with a flap on each shoe that folds from the instep, over the top (covering the laces), to the outside where they are secured by four buttons. The toe and heel are covered by pale-beige, aluminum alloy plates. The base, grinding plates and tangs holding the wheels are the same color, but the wheels and laces are pure white. Currently, however, the red is rubbed off in areas, revealing white; the wheels and laces are no longer pure white and the aluminum and plastic components are scuffed and scratched.
LOOKS
Eye Color: Gray Blue
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Fair
Height/Weight: 5'9", 145 lbs.
Blood-type: B-
Overall Appearance:
Klickitat’s looks are true to his Irish heritage: pale skin, blue eyes and jet black hair. He dresses very plainly, usually just cargo shorts and old, out-grown t-shirts that sport anything from AT company logos to homemade designs. If it happens to be cold he might switch into jeans and his favorite dark-gray track jacket that has two light blue stripes running from shoulder to wrist on each arm. If you were to see him on the streets nothing would deem him notable except, if you looked closely enough, a small tattoo around the size of a quarter below and back from his left ear, on the nap of his neck. The tattoo is an old Gaelic symbol of eagles and serpents, and represents both his love for his grandpa and his commitment to AT.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
• Girls
• Food
• Pie
• Music
• His ATs
• Racing
• Sleeping in
Dislikes:
• Angry people
• Whiners
• Stuck-ups
• Punks who don’t respect their elders
• Losing to people with the above traits
• And nato…
Hobbies:
• Playing trumpet
• Day dreaming
• Sketching designs/logos
• Exploring
Fears: Deep water, giant squid
Goals: Become an S-class rider
Overall Personality:
Although he may look borderline depressed when he walks/ATs alone, if you talk to him Klickitat is really friendly and smiles constantly, even when it’s not always appropriate. He introduces himself as Klick, because it sounds more casual, and would almost never turn someone down if they were to ask him for a favor. The only way to get on his bad side is to do something he looks down upon, like being pretentious or dishonorable.
He likes to live by simple logic, learn whatever he can, and improve himself. If he disagrees with something he simply won’t do it. If he finds out he’s wrong he’ll accept it and change himself for the better. For Klickitat as long as he adheres to his own life rules, he’s happy.
On the whole though, Klick can come off as being a bit lazy and unmotivated, with his head always in the clouds. He has a tendency to space out frequently, be forgetful and avoid work. But when Klick actually sets his mind to something his progress and potential are surprising.
His motto is, “A person is defined by their actions.”
HISTORY
Birthplace: San Francisco
Birth date: April 1, 1990
Birth time: 06:02:22
Parents: Sid and Marianne McGuile (Both Deceased)
Siblings: None
Overall History:
Klick grew up in Ireland for the early part of his life. But at the age of six his parents were killed in a car bombing, and he was sent to San Francisco to live with his Grandfather. At that time he was devastated by his parents death, but as he grew older, made new friends and his Grandpa started filling in his parent’s role, Klick moved on for the most part. When Klick realized this, realized that he wasn’t thinking about his parents everyday anymore, he began feeling guilty. As if he had betrayed them. And that feeling never totally went away.
In Middle School Klick began to run competitively. It became a release for the feelings he had concerning his parents. He worked himself past his limits every day so that he could experienced the feeling of the wind whistling in his ears, the burning in his muscles and the heightened sense of awareness he received from running the fastest he could, and succeeding because of it. Soon he made a name for himself in his county, and then his state and then in sophomore year if high school he was competing in nationals.
The next year his coach took him aside and asked him if he wanted to compete in a new sport that was quickly becoming popular. “Air Trek racing” he called it. Klickitat burned with excitement, a means to go faster and be freer. But the next day his grandpa suffered from a massive heart attack and was hospitalized. Klick had no time to contemplate AT. His Grandpa stayed in a coma for two weeks, and Klick stayed at the hospital the entire time. At the end of the two weeks his Grandpa’s body finally gave out and he passed away.
Klick was devastated. In an effort to deal with his feelings and take his mind off them, he turned to AT. He started practicing relentlessly, pushing himself harder than he had ever before. He also signed up for ten academic classes his first semester of junior year and graduated a year and a half early. The day after he received his diploma, he boarded a flight to Tokyo, where he had heard the center of the Air Trek world was. He promised himself that he would dedicate himself to AT, and make a name for himself doing so.
EXTRA
Extra: ---
Role Play Sample:
The cool night air, despite its smoggy nature, was a reprieve from the cramped, deteriorating hotel he had rented for the week. “When I get some more money, the first thing I’m going to do is get a better place,” Klick thought as he crouched on the Hotel rooftop. “Well… maybe some new wheels first.” He smiled as he leaned forward and assumed starting position.
He shoved hard against the ground and felt his front wheels bite into the concrete rooftop. In a second he was halfway across the rooftop and in the next he was at top speed, heading straight for the edge of the roof. Feet from the edge he quickly crouched low, gathering strength, and jumped as high as he could. Then he was air born. The wind in his ears drowned out the sounds of downtown Tokyo, cooled his face and made his eyes tear. But Klick’s mind was clear and peaceful. And it seemed to him as if his entire body was breathing a sigh of relief.
He landed a little crookedly and spun around, skidding backwards for twenty feet or so. When he stopped he could feel the heat on his feet and legs being given off by his AT’s motors. “Damn,” Klick though, “I hope my motors are okay. But, man… that was fun.”